You are breaking, but my words won’t come out;
I watch and listen – does my silence mean anything?
Sometimes all we can do is scream and shout
Though we’re hollow, ever searching;
I want to comfort, but I don’t know how
Is there anything I could really say?
Someday all this will fade, but now,
Now I just can’t see a way,
Save to listen and let you know I care;
This will end, God has a plan,
And I hope you know I’ll always be there.
~ Ilana Reimer